Nicolette gasped as Lucian's mouth found the top of her breasts.
"Fucking stop it!" she mumbled against his hand clamped over her mouth, struggling to break free from his grip. He didn't even budge—and that terrified her.
Think.
Her mind raced, scrambling for ideas.
She had to act fast. She couldn't let him touch her anywhere else.
When Lucian's mouth moved to her other cleavage, she froze. Panic surged through her.
"You're so delicious," he said, voice hoarse with lust. He pressed himself harder against her, and her stomach twisted with disgust.
Think.
And then it clicked.
She relaxed slightly, allowing him to believe she was giving in, feeling his sloppy spit trailing on her skin.
It worked.
Lucian's grip loosened, and slowly, his hands dropped. He lifted his head, his eyes softened with something almost tender.
If she didn't know he was a piece of shit, she might have believed him.
"You know—"
